Vania’s emotional world is one of fragmented beauty, raw truth, and symbolic darkness, driven by a longing for freedom, equality, recognition, and the courage to express the parts of herself that society has taught her to hide. Vania walked through the museum like someone entering a room full of mirrors. Not the clean, perfect mirrors of a department store.
But mirrors cracked in beautiful ways, reflecting the truth at odd angles.

She stopped in front of bodies that were incomplete, twisted, or strange.
She didn’t recoil.
She felt recognized.

She understood broken forms the way some people understand music.
Maybe because she has lived parts of her life in fragments.
Pieces she was forced to leave behind, pieces stolen by discrimination,
Pieces she rearranged to survive.